Mordred

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In a secluded village, there lived a man named Gregor, notorious for his selfishness and greed. He amassed riches, never parting with a single coin, and reveled in the misfortunes of others. His guiding principle was simple: "What is mine shall remain mine."

One fateful day, while wandering near the forest’s edge, Gregor stumbled upon a peculiar demon, shackled and desperate. The creature radiated a fiery light, its black horns and sinister smile sending chills down his spine.

“Set me free,” it implored, “and I shall grant you wealth and power beyond your wildest dreams.”

Lured by the promise of greater riches, Gregor wasted no time. He smashed the chains binding the demon with a nearby stone.

True to its word, the demon bestowed upon Gregor extraordinary abilities. His wealth multiplied, his strength surged, and soon, the villagers began to both fear and respect him. Gregor believed he had secured the ultimate bargain.

However, as time passed, the intoxicating power began to warp Gregor’s nature. His greed knew no bounds; he demanded everything from everyone, consumed by an insatiable hunger for control. The simplest joys—children's laughter and the warmth of sunlight—became perceived threats to his power, leading him to eliminate them from his life.

One stormy night, as Gregor sat atop a towering pile of gold in his desolate mansion, the demon reappeared.

“I delivered what you desired, Gregor,” it hissed, its eyes glinting with malice. “But the time for payment has come.”

Gregor, clutching a golden chalice, laughed dismissively. “Payment? I possess everything I could ever want!”

The demon leaned in closer, its grin widening. “You’ll soon understand.”

From that moment, everything Gregor touched turned to gold. His meals became inedible gold, his luxurious garments transformed into heavy, gilded shells. Even his servants, as they approached him, turned into lifeless statues, gleaming yet immobile. Stripped of sustenance and companionship, Gregor found himself a prisoner of his own greed.

As the weeks dragged on, Gregor withered away, encircled by the wealth he once craved, unable to derive any pleasure from it. His once-vibrant body grew frail, and his sanity slipped through his fingers like grains of sand.

In his final breath, Gregor grasped the horrific truth: the demon hadn’t cursed him with wealth, but rather with solitude, despair, and the unending torment of his own avarice.

The lesson here? Be wary of your desires.

For sometimes, having everything you wished for can lead to your greatest downfall.

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